Everyday
When he approaches that building
He always has a battle
On whether to go in
Or turn around and run
From the fear,
The pain,
The loneliness
But always ends up
Walking through those double doors
With his head down
Afraid to look anyone in the eyes.
He's lost the ability to trust
Always feels unloved and unwanted
Ugly, freak, weirdo
Are the only things he ever hears
About himself
And if you take a closer look
You can see
the tear stains;
The fresh scars;
The Boney figure;
He tried everything
But nothing worked
So he just shut down
Now just an empty shell
Who left every feeling behind
Becoming broken beyond repair.
